Mercy of the Fallen [Lars]

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle grinned and cackled at Lars' words. She picked the sword up off from the floor and licked it clean. She shuddered, bleh, what has that kid been eating? she scowled. She shoved it back into it's scabbard on the wall and faced Lars. "I suppose I'm going to need two strong hands. Do what you want with him," she invited.

Another bat flew from the hole and Giselle shrieked. She whacked it with the backside of of hand and it tumbled onto her desk near Lars. "I HATE bats," she twisted the head of the statue again and the book shelf covered it. She glared at the bat napping above her head.

"Duncan insulted me. There was a party with a few other vampires and these humans came. There was one for each of us. He decided to be a wise ass. I turned him instead of killing him. Eric was a cop who took a few shots at me after a massacre at a Cafe. A good friend of mine was with me at the time. We changed him together. Should you see these two crossing your path, give them a slap for me," she encouraged.

She furrowed her brows as she remembered something he had to do while she was still here. She turned her back and slid a drawer open. She withdrew a handful of single silver keys, twelve to be exact. She let them clatter onto the desk, startling the bat.

"Since I have you here you might as well pick your vehicle to get around Paris. Two are motorcycles, ten are cars. I'm not telling you which key goes to which vehicle," she smirked. "Pick your poison," all of her cars and bikes were flashy and expensive. However, a few of them were girly. It would be really funny watching Lars drive her pink convertible. She edged that one's key closer to him and grinned.

[Ellie]

Jumping back slightly from the bat landing on the table Lars listened with interest as she explained her visitors... Random people walking the house didn't sound THAT fun to him really. But he'd deal, the place was big enough not to run into anyone, accept for on the stair way. Then again it was rather humourous, her parties and people sticking around after wards for periods of time... it sounded like high school.

"Sure thing.." he mumbled to the slapping reference. He knew he'd probably not do it... but more so just ignore and walk by the fellows. But with that being said, he felt like he had a special sort of role in this house, like a safety blanket, he wasn't a captive or against his will here, he was a guest, a wanted guest of the lady of the house... how often did that happen? He definitely had a safety blanket.

He watched as the keys dropped to the table and studied the curiously, listening to her words at the same time. After wards looking up at her grin and down at the key her hand was lightly touching. "Well," he said picking up the key she had placed closest to him, hesitantly soon after picking up other keys, "Since I don't like surprises very much, and since you wont tell me which keys go with what, I suppose you'll have to take me to the garage and I'll have to go through the boring process of picking through each car, with each key," he spoke obviously sounding bored with just the thought, although not being serious about it, "OR you could just tell me now and save the time, eh?"

He finished with a smirk of his own and light laugh. He saw her smirk, and wasn't going to trust anything she had up her sleeve, he wasn't all that dumb after all. Following her rules he'd be driving a lawn mower. But if odds didn't work out for him he would just walk, he lived in New York and walked his whole life, or took a taxi, and in London he didn't have a car either. Although he did own his father's older Mercedes 190E, that was in a garage in New York for when he'd go out of town or special occasions across the river or anything, but it wasn't used on everyday basis.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle's grin widened when he picked up the key for the convertible, but then narrowed her eyes when he began making this difficult. She shook her head and sighed. She lined up the keys in a horizontal row and pointed to the first one. "You are no fun at all. I would have paid you anything to watch you drive the convertible. It's pink," she said gleefully.

Her finger slid to the second key. "Fine. I won't waste a trip to the garage. This is for the corvette," that was her second favorite. The machine was just so beautiful, she could stare at it for hours. "Porsche, Mercedes, BMW, Volvo, Harley Davidson," as she said the names her hand moved down the row. Her brows raised when she mentioned the bike. Usually the guys went for these.

"Camaro, Lamborghini, Koenigsegg CCX, SSC Ultimate Aero, and the last bike is a crotch rocket. I'm serious about that term. It's one of the sportier bikes," she shrugged. "I've been told it's not really a motorcycle, but it was built for speed," she informed him.

"You can keep whatever car or bike you want. It's not like I can't get another one of them," she said lazily. Also, if he did keep his chosen vehicle, it gave her an excuse to go out and buy another. "Or, if you prefer riding horses, I've got plenty of those," she smirked. He wouldn't turn down a luxury car for an animal. No one ever did.

[Ellie]

"Oh yeah, I want a pony," he said picking up the key to the Mercedes, shaking his head after a light chuckle from the 'crotch rocket'. He wasn't all together that far into motorcycles... they didn't play radio, it was a problem, and he just liked sports cars better, they had AC and seats, and, just, were sports cars. Maybe it was an odd psychological thing, the sports car he owned been given to him by his father he was bound to never see again... or ya'know he just, didn't fancy motorcycles.

"And I am fun... you just haven't seen my fun, fun that involves fun for the both of us not just you," he smirked pocketing the key, "I'm loads of fun, just depends on what exactly is on the schedule set, which would not be riding around in a pink convertible, not that I have anything against pink," he stated grinning, "Just the convertible part... they mess up my hair," he said whining and dragging long fingers through his dark locks in exaggeration before dropping them and returning to a more subtle form.

"See? great fun..." he shrugged still smiling, trying to keep things rather light and simple, not exactly wanting to get into anything serious at the moment, he hadn't been in a light jovial mood ever with Giselle... he wondered if she even had one? Everyone had to have one.. right? His wasn't so hard to find, well lately it had been, but then again he hadn't exactly tried to get into a light mood at all in the last month or so... But that didn't matter, the point was, he didn't like convertibles, and he wanted to see if Giselle had a laughable side that didn't involve any humiliation from anyone.

"Oh and, convertible give you bugs in your teeth," he said in a serious tone, but not being serious, "Not really into that shit myself... damn bugs, worse than bats," he laughed finally at the end, peeking around for the bat that had been on the desk, now crawling over to the book shelf on it's hinds and claws, appearing to be about to take flight to join it's buddy.

[Giselle Audley]

Interesting choice, the Mercedes. She thought he'd choose the Lamborghini, Koenigsegg CCX, or SSC Ultimate Aero. Those were her most expensive and flashiest of the cars. Oh well, she was fond of those anyway. Resting a hand on her hip a smile stretched across her lips. "I would have never pegged you for a fun guy. You'll have to prove it to me. We have oodles of time," she purred.

Giselle casually sauntered over to the desk and hopped onto the flat top, resting a heel lightly in Lars' lap. "Point taken on the bugs. Bats are way worse, though. I don't know what to do about those two," she gestured to the critters. "Maybe we should get some form of sleep. It's been a long day of arguing, breaking ribs, throwing me across graveyards, ect. Most of the rooms are on the floor below us, mine's the one dead center if you need me. If you really like bats that much, you can sleep down there," she nodded toward the book shelf door.

Giselle hopped off the desk and took long steps to the door which she held open. "You may need to wake me up, I sleep like the dead," she advised him. Though vampires didn't need sleep, Giselle preferred it. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to teach me how to break into a hospital tomorrow. I should drink some more human blood before we go out into the big bad wilderness so you can teach me how to hunt animals. I'll try my best. Night!" Giselle said these parting words, and then she left him.

[Ellie]

mmkay end !?
x]

[Fang]

*nods*

[Ellie]

eww, it my turn to start one "/
private homes, like...
4 days later?\

same same went on.

[Fang]

I could start it? If you wanna get right into the action. It would start with her in the stables, I have ideas... but you could start it wherever and post what he's doing and whatnot. Make sure it's in private homes, though.

[Ellie]

if you have ideas go aheadddd

[Fang]

right on!